More than Words (One Shot Poetry)

One person, a thousand memories, millions of feelings, billions of pain.

I left some things unspoken, unsaid and untold.

I thought it was a great idea, but to be honest, it's really not.

Typically, I just don't want anyone to see me weak or hurt. Aggression got me. And everyday I was like I got into the stages of cancer, one by one.

"A pinch in one's heart is more painful than a day of toothache."

I made my way out by looking for other things in this world we live in - anything, just to get out of my own resistance. It's hard because for a fact, we all know we couldn't fight ourselves at times. The ultimate battle is within ourselves.

The silence I embraced for a long time had made things more deafening, and I don't know how that is. But I'm pretty much sure it didn't get any better.

I suck at saying people how I truly feel, I suck at showing them what I want to do and I definitely suck at expressing my real emotions, feelings and words that I desire for them to know. I guess I suck at life.

I can say, it was late when I got into small realizations of "I should have" and "I might have"
God, time and movie nights was all part of the "moving on" part.

Some people told me I lost the battle, and I lost much.

But did I?

Just because I was too weak that I didn't take the risk? Just because I sucked at saying how I truly feel? Or just because I didn't fight for that one person?

If they all knew what thoughts, feelings and emotions I have carried in my heart, they would know how I desired much and how I wanted to fight more, it was more than words...